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Where am I, you ask?

Lost in the clutter of my mind

Thoughts all jumbled up
Like a spool of tangled thread
And just as thin
So close to breaking

Fingers get caught
And slowly turn purple
Once released, permanent damage remains

My conscience plays the fingers
My mind the thread

Pull to hard,
the thread snaps
Don’t pull enough,
and it’s forever knotted
I break my neck just to watch you
Stab me in the back.
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
heyo
If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?
I remember the “reset” button
on my Sega Genesis
and my N64 as a child.
With a quick **** of my hand,
all my mistakes, and problems
could be solved.
I’d get a fresh start,
a new chance to win what I lost.
Almost every single day
I wish for a “reset” button on life.
Instead, I’ll have to settle
for an incomplete game
with achievements unlocked,
with no extra content,
and the lowest of low scores.
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
Bummer
No one actually likes my writings.
They just want me to take off the mask.
Im sick of the lies behind smiles.
And I know they’ll just keep coming back.

So take your scummy words cloaked in compliments, and walk the other way. I want to be liked for my art, not the person you know face to face.
You lost my trust
And you lost me too
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
Bummer
G&L
I came here tonight
thinking I could make something change,
then I spent hours on the floor,
reading letters and feeling deranged.

I think you miss the old me,
I think you have a diastase for the new.
I just want you to hold me,
when I'm tired and feeling blue.
I miss you
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